Three Makes Family

by Freya2Xana

Prowl and Jazz have been happily sparkbonded for vorns but long for a family of their own. When a youngling suddenly crashes onto Earth and is rescued by the Autobots, they decide to adopt the little one and take on the roll(s) as creators. (AN: Feel free to read and review :D)

2. Chapter 2

(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just my OC.)

Chapter 2

[Systems diagnostics complete]

[Condition: Stable, minor frame injuries, major nutrient deficiency]

[Helm: no processor damage. Left fin: mended, systems repairing]

{Where am I?} the little femme weakly asked in Cybertronian. She was unaware of her location or the fact that someone heard her question.

{You're aboard the Ark, little one. Or more specifically, you're in the Ark's Med Bay.} A white and red medic bot approached her with a data pad in his servos and a gentle smile on his face. {How are you feeling?}

At first the medic startled her, but after noticing his insignia, she slowly started to calm down. {You're an Autobot...right?}

He nodded, {Correct. Don't worry, everyone within this base is an Autobot. You're safe here.}

For the first time in vorns, the little femme started to cry out of happiness. She sniffled as tears streamed down her cheeks while a smile graced her innocent face. {Thank Primus…,} she rubbed her optics before slowly sitting up on the berth and glancing at the I.V. in her arm.

{You're extremely malnourished and needed an energon I.V. to stabilize your systems until you awoke from stasis.} He gave a reassuring smile, {Would you like me to remove it so you can properly consume some energon?}

At the thought of curbing her hunger, the tiny femme nodded, {Yes please...Doctor…}

{Ratchet,} he smiled before gently extracting the I.V. from her little arm. {Might I ask your designation?}

{It's Filly...}

{Filly...that's a very nice designation for a femme. It suits you well.}

{Thank you, Ratchet. I like your designation too.}

He smiled and handed her a cube of med-grade energon, to which she slowly and hungrily drank it. As Ratchet was about to Comm. Optimus for a status update on the new arrival, the Med Bay doors opened and Prowl walked inside with a neutral expression on his face and a kind look in his optics as he glanced at the tiny femme upon the berth. "Good evening Ratchet. How is our guest?"

The CMO gently removed the spark sensor from Filly's chassis before facing the SIC, "She's severely malnourished from lack of energon and her systems were in poor condition, but First Aid and I repaired the majority of the damage. Her nanites will have to take care of the rest. I also noticed that she has a small gap in her upper denta, probably a result of a past injury to her mouth plates. She seems more than relieved to be inside an Autobot base, so we can assume she's not a Con."

"That thought never crossed my processor." He looked over at the tiny femme and asked in a gentle voice, {How are you feeling little one?}

She tilted her helm at the new mech as her optics widened, {You're Praxion!}

He smiled and gave a nod, {I am. I see you have some Praxion heritage in you as well.}

The youngling nodded and flitted her small winglets, {My Carrier was originally from Praxus while my Sire was from Kalis.} She happily smiled and asked, {Are there other Praxion's here?}

He nodded, {There are two others besides me. Their designations are Smokescreen and Bluestreak. Would you like to meet them in a little while?}

{Oh yes, please…umm}

He smiled at the youngling, {My designation is Prowl. And you are?}

{Filly,} she grinned up at the Praxion before asking in a curious, little voice, {What was that strange language you and Ratchet were speaking?}

{It's called English and it is the primary language used on this planet.}

{What is this planet?} She tilted her helm in an adorable manner, making both Prowl and Ratchet smile.

{It's called Earth,} the CMO chimed in while performing a quick scan over her frame to ensure her systems were functioning and to see what percentage they were at.

{Earth…,} she repeated. {What a strange name for a planet.}

{It means dirt. This planet and its natives are organic.}

Her optics widened, {Really?! That's so strange.}

At her response, Prowl emitted a slight chuckle, {It is a bit strange at first, but after a while you'll get used to it. This planet is actually quite fascinating and beautiful.}

{I agree,} Ratchet stated. {But there are many fascinating qualities to this planet.} He looked at the little femme and smiled, {We've been able to access a well of information through Earth's World Wide Web. That is where we learned to communicate with the natives. I suggest you take a moment to look up Earth's languages. While no one on base will have any problems with you speaking Cybertronian, the Earthlings cannot understand our language. If we find ourselves having to make contact with the humans, we need to be able to properly understand one another.}

She gave a small nod, {I guess that makes sense.} The young femme dimmed her optics for a moment before speaking in English, "Is this the correct Earth language to be using while among the natives?"

Prowl nodded, "It's the primary language used in this particular region of Earth. Every region has a unique language."

"Wow, there's so much variety. How do Earthlings communicate with one another if their languages are all different?"

"They adapt and educate themselves. Unlike us, they cannot simply look up a language and understand it. It takes time for them to learn a second or third language, but they're an adaptable species."

"Interesting. I would like to study these Earthlings sometime. For now, can I meet some of the other bots? I've been alone for so long...I miss having others to talk to…," she had a sad look in her optics.

"Of course. Would you like me to give you a tour of the base as well?"

"Oh yes, please." She smiled and her optics seemed to light up.

Ratchet cleared his vocalizer before speaking, "Yes, you may go with Prowl, but I must ask that you refrain from wandering off by yourself. The base is safe, but there are areas in which you shouldn't explore unattended...mainly the Lab."

The SIC gave an understanding nod, "I'll see to it that she doesn't enter Wheeljack's domain without supervision."

"Please do. Now, before you take her sightseeing, she needs a bath. I believe Jazz can help you with that task," he gave him a knowing smile.

Prowl smirked and nodded before leading the tiny femmling out of the Med Bay and into the large hallway. Filly eagerly looked at her new surroundings with wide optics as she stayed close to Prowl. She barely came up to his shins, so she tried to keep up with his longer stride while ignoring the fact that she was so tiny in comparison to everything around her. Even a mini bot would be taller than her at this point in her development, but her size did have its advantages at times. As they walked, Filly looked up at the Praxion and asked, "Who's Jazz?"

He smiled as they made their way down the hall, "Jazz is my sparkmate. I think you'll like him. He has a magnetic personality that seems to draw everyone in."

"Well if he's as nice as you or Ratchet, then I'm sure I'll like him."

Prowl's spark hummed at that. He was glad this little femme was warming up to him and hoped she'd warm up to Jazz. While they walked, he opened a private Comm. link, ::Jazz, can you meet me outside the washroom? Our little guest needs a bath and Ratchet suggested that you assist her.::

::I'll head that way, Prowler. By the way, what's she like? She's not afraid of ya is she?::

::No, in fact, she was surprised that I'm a Praxion. That seemed to make her feel a bit better.:: He momentarily glanced down at the youngling before continuing his private conversation, ::She's quite the curious little femme and seems fascinated by everything around her.::

*chuckle* ::She sounds absolutely precious. I can't wait to meet her.::

::I know. I can feel your emotions through our bond. Anyways, I'll see you shortly.::

::Alrighty, Prowler.:: With that, the Comm. link disconnected.

Minutes later, Prowl and Filly approached the washroom where they spotted a smaller mech walking towards them: a smile was plastered across his face while his optics remained hidden underneath a blue visor. He stopped in front of them and grinned, "Hey Prowler, who's this little angel?"

The SIC looked down at the little femme and answered, "This is Filly."

He knelt down and warmly smiled at the youngling, "It's nice to meet ya, Filly. My designation is Jazz."

She shyly stood close to the Praxion, "Hi...You're Prowl's sparkmate, right?"

A nod was his response before he gently spoke, "That's right. We've been bonded for almost fifteen vorns now."

Her optics widened, "Wow! That's longer than I've been online!"

He chuckled at her response, "I'm sure it is. Now what brings ya by the washroom?" He knew why she was there, but he wanted to hear it from her.

She pouted and looked at her dirty servos, "Ratchet says I need a bath...I haven't had one in a long, long time...My Carrier used to give me baths whenever I got dirty...but after she offlined, I only washed whenever I found a safe place to stay...assuming there was a working washroom available. I still can't reach my wings very well…"

A sympathetic, yet gentle smile formed across the TIC's face, "Would ya like me ta help ya? I help Prowl wash off his doorwings all the time, so you can rest assured that I'll be gentle. I know how sensitive they can be."

Filly looked up at the mech and nodded with a small smile on her face. "Yes, please. Thank you so much for offering to help me." A sad look appeared across her dirty face, "Ever since my Carrier offlined, no one has offered to help me like all of you have so far."

Jazz gently tilted her chin up with one of his digits and gave her a kind smile, "That's what the Autobots are here for, sparklet. We help others and we protect the innocent. Know that everybot within this base will defend ya and protect ya to the best of our abilities. Even if ya just need someone to talk to, know that there's always somebody who will listen."

At his words, Filly felt her optics start to leak. She smiled and suddenly threw her little arms across Jazz's chassis in an attempt at a hug, "...Thank you…"

Jazz's spark sang within its casing at her sweet gesture. He instinctively wrapped his arms gently around her tiny frame and returned the hug. He looked up and saw Prowl warmly smiling, to which he sent an array of loving emotions through their bond, making the SIC's smile broaden. The TIC gently scooped Filly into his arms and stood up, "Why don't we see to that bath and then Prowler an' I can introduce ya to some of the other Autobots before recharge. Does that sound good?"

She nodded, "Yes, please." Filly waved goodbye to Prowl as Jazz took her into the washroom for cleaning. While the room was mostly filled with showers, there was one tub in the back. It resembled a swimming pool and could easily fit two fully grown mechs within it. There was even a sealed divider that allowed for only a portion of the tub to be filled so as to not waste water.

Jazz assembled the divider to where there would be plenty of room for Filly without having to use the whole tub. He then drew out a nice, hot bath and even added special solvent bubbles to make it more fun for the tiny femme. While the sectioned tub was filling up, he gathered the necessary cleaning supplies and returned to find Filly playfully popping some of the bubbles that had floated around her. With a warm smile, Jazz set the cleaning materials aside and tested the water to make sure it wasn't too hot or too cold for the youngling. Once he deemed it was an acceptable temperature, Jazz gently gathered Filly up and placed her in the tub.

The tiny youngling emitted a contented 'hmm' sound as the warm water heated her frame and dislodged clumps of debris from the small crevices' and joints in her armor. Her enjoyment increased when she felt Jazz gently scrub her back struts and winglets, to which she slightly giggled as he softly scrubbed the back of her neck before moving up to her helm fins. Unlike Sunstreaker, Filly's fins almost resembled birds wings and didn't stick out to the side like his, but rather angled upwards, giving her a more aerodynamic look.

Jazz warmly smiled as he suddenly heard her emit a purring sound at his gentle scrubbing. He soon finished her helm and fins, to which he then moved down to her face. "You're gettin' so clean, I barely recognize ya as the same femme I met a few kliks ago," he smiled and gently booped her on the olfactory sensor, making her giggle.

Filly mimicked the gesture and booped his olfactory sensor before speaking through giggles, "It's still me...I'm just clean now…"

He chuckled, "Indeed ya are, sparklet. You're so clean that ya put me to shame." He then rinsed out the washcloth before gently finishing cleaning off her face, to which he then scrubbed her arms, servos, legs and peds while she cleaned off her chassis and torso. "You're almost done. Would ya like me ta rinse ya off with the sprayer?"

She nodded, to which he then drained the tub before turning on the spray nozzle and gently rinsing her off, washing away any remaining solvent and residue from her tiny frame. Afterwards, Jazz turned off the sprayer and helped Filly out of the tub before wrapping her up in a massive fuzzy towel and gently drying her off. "There we go; all clean. If ya want, we can touch up your paint tomorrow. How does that sound?"

Her optics widened and sparkled, "Oh yes, please! I've never had a touch up before."

"Well I think everyone deserves to look their best from time to time. For now, how about we meet back up with Prowl an' then we can introduce ya to some of the other Autobots."

A happy nod was her response as Jazz placed the used towel on the rack to dry before gently picking her up and carrying her into the hallway where Prowl was waiting for them. "I see you're all cleaned up. Feel better?"

She nodded, "Oh yes. Jazz was very helpful in scrubbing my wings."

The SIC gave a smile, "He's the best when it comes to giving back scratches."

From under his visor, Jazz winked at his mate, "Only because ya won't let anyone else touch your doorwings, aside from the medics, and that's only if it's necessary." A flirtatious smile crept along his face, "You're just too sensitive, Prowler."

He arched a brow and slightly flit his doorwings, "We'll discuss this topic later, Jazz...Right now there are some Autobots who wish to meet Filly." He led them down the hallway towards the rec room but as they walked, he opened a private Comm. link to his mate, ::You do realize that I will make you regret those words, Jazz.::

The TIC chuckled and replied through the Comm. ::I'm looking forward to it, Prowler.::

::Good, because I won't be holding back.::

::Hmm, that makes two of us,:: he looked over at his mate and winked from under his visor while they entered the rec room. Four sets of optics landed on the trio, to which Jazz smirked and addressed them, "Hey ya'll, Prowl an' I would like to introduce ya to Filly."

The first to approach them was a younger mech. He was Praxion like Prowl and had the same red chevron on his helm while his frame was bluish-grey in color. "Oh, is this the youngling that came in on the pod earlier?! She's SO cute! How old is she? Were her injuries really bad? I hope not, I don't like seeing others in pain, Oh, she's Praxion! I didn't think there were other Praxion's out there besides Smokescreen, myself and you, Prowl. This is wonderful indeed!"

The SIC gave the younger mech a kind smile, "I'm sure Filly will be happy to answer your questions in due time, Blue. For now, she's adjusting to her new surroundings."

"Not to worry, I completely understand. It's not easy adjusting to a new environment, but don't worry little one, you'll get used to it. Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners. My designation is Bluestreak, but everybody usually calls me Blue. You're welcomed to call me that as well, I don't mind."

Filly smiled at the young mech and flit her winglets, "It's nice to meet you, Bluestreak."

The next to approach were a pair of mechs: Probably a few vorns older than Bluestreak. The red one smiled at the little femme and spoke in a kind tone, "It's nice to see you're finally awake. When Prime pulled you out of that pod, you were in stasis-lock."

"Yea...I don't even know how long I was out. It could have been a few kliks or it could have been vorns." She looked between the two and asked, "Are you brothers by any chance?"

He smiled and gave a nod, "Indeed we are, scrapplet. My designation is Sideswipe and this gleaming pile of sunshine is my brother, Sunstreaker."

The yellow mech narrowed his optics at his brother but spoke to the little femme in a neutral tone, "We're split-sparked twins; meaning we share the same spark."

Her optics widened, "Wow, I've heard of split-sparked twins before, but I never thought I'd actually meet a pair. Thank you for rescuing me."

Sideswipe smiled at the tiny femme, "We're not the only one's who saved you." He gestured over towards another young mech, "Bumblebee helped us provide backup for Ironhide and Optimus while they retrieved you out of the pod."

She looked over at the smaller, yellow mech, "Thank you, Bumblebee." Filly noticed how much younger he appeared to be compared to the other mechs. He looked to be about 16 or 17 vorns old while Bluestreak appeared to be 19 vorns and the twins looked like they were nearing 23 vorns.

He bashfully smiled, "Aw, it was no big deal. I'm just glad we recovered you in time."

She nodded before Jazz gently set her down, allowing her to wander around. "What is this room?"

"It's a rec room," Bumblebee answered with a smile. "We mainly use it to hang out in, play video games and watch movies when we're off duty."

"What are video games and movies? I'm afraid that I don't know much about Earth customs or activities."

"Well, movies are sort of like holographs, but only play on a screen and are two or three dimensional. There's many different types of movies to choose from as well. And video games are kinda like movies, except you control the characters and sometimes their environment."

"Really? How strange. Earth seems like it's full of interesting things."

"Oh it is!" Bluestreak smiled, "There's so many amazing and wondrous things on this planet; like waterfalls, rainbows, the vast variety of trees, flowers and organic creatures. There's even organics that carry their young in pouches similar to our sparkling holds. Marsupials is what the humans call them. Oh! And you would probably love the different seasons this planet experiences. I'm not too keen on winter, but spring is very pretty...But there will be plenty of time to talk about Earth later. Tell us about you, Filly. Is that your designation? If not, I apologize."

She shook her helm and smiled, "No, no, it's correct. Filly is my designation. Now, what do you want to know?"

"Well, you can tell us how you ended up in that pod for starters." Sunstreaker tilted his helm and crossed his arms over his chassis but gave the young femme a sympathetic look.

*sigh* "Alright, but know that I was unaware of whose pod it was. I was originally planning to use it as a temporary hiding space. There was a battle waging around me and I was about to go into stasis-lock if I didn't find a safe place to recharge soon. I didn't know the pod would launch...I must have accidentally pressed something I wasn't supposed to because the next thing I knew, I was trapped inside and it was rocketing off towards a pre-programed destination. When I woke up, I was in the Med Bay. I don't even know how long I was out."

"Where are your creators?" Bumblebee asked in a caring tone.

Filly looked at her peds while her winglets dropped in sadness, "They're offline...I...I don't want to talk about them right now…"

Jazz knelt beside her and wiped away her tears with his thumb, "It's alright, sparklet. When you're ready to talk, you can tell us. For now, we'll leave the subject alone."

She nodded and hugged him, to which he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up. Prowl gently rubbed the top of her helm and spoke in a Sire-like tone, "Perhaps we should take you back to the Med Bay for the night. We'll continue the tour in the morning. Does that sound alright with you?"

*yawn* "Yea...I guess I am getting a little sleepy…," she instinctively rested her helm on Jazz's shoulder and instantly fell into recharge, making the TIC smile with glee. He and Prowl politely excused themselves and left the rec room with Filly fast asleep.

The SIC lovingly placed a servo along Jazz's back and walked alongside him as they made their way towards the Med Bay. He felt a swell of pride as his sparkmates emotions bled through their bond. ::Oh Prowler, isn't she just precious?! I love her so much! I hope she'll want to form a creator bond with us.::

::She is indeed. I too have grown attached to her, but she must make this decision on her own.::

::I know...I'm just overly excited.::

Prowl smiled down at his sparkmate and kissed the top of his helm before they entered the Med Bay where Ratchet was busy compiling a medical file for Filly. "Ah, I see she fell into recharge. Well, place her on the berth and I'll fetch a thermal blanket for her."

Jazz reluctantly placed the tiny femme upon the medical berth: he was already missing her presence and wanted to bond with her more. Prowl placed a reassuring servo on his shoulder and gave him a knowing smile, "She'll be alright. We'll see her again in the morning."

*sigh* "I know, Prowler...I just wish I could be with her a bit longer."

The SIC's optics softened at his sparkmate, "You will tomorrow. Right now she needs rest...and so do you," he spoke with a slight growl to his voice.

From under his visor, Jazz raised a brow as he caught onto his innuendo. He flashed Prowl a flirtatious grin, "Why I do believe you're right, Prowler. I could use some...rest."

Ratchet returned with the thermal blanket and placed it around the little femme, "Yes, yes, you two go on and head to your room. I'll stay up for a while longer and keep an optic on the youngling. I've got some medical files to re-organize...It seems someone came in here while I was out and rearranged them."

Both mechs knew he was referring to Sideswipe, to which they just shook their helms. With heavy sparks, they left Filly in the Med Bay and retreated to their private quarters.